Date: Mon, 9 Jul 2012 22:58:22 -0500
From: Steve Street
Subject: A Faint Aroma of Soap - Part 10
I wake up. The bedroom is dimly lit from the early-morning sunlight coming
in through the window. I glance at the clock on the bed stand - 6:35 it
reads. As the sleep passes I think about how I feel at this
moment. Refreshed and rested, I slept well. Boy still sleeps, his head
nestled under my arm. I realize that I have come to need him next to me in
my bed. His warm aliveness next to my body is not just soothing, but I feel
satisfied and complete. Boy may think of himself as my slave, but he has
become an integral and vital part of my sleeping and waking life. I give
boy a gentle nudge and feel his body stretch as he slowly wakes up. I push
the bed covers off with my feet as boy opens his eyes. I see a soft, sleepy
smile on his face as he kisses his way down my chest until his lips and
tongue kiss and lick my cock. I savor the wondrous feeling of his tongue on
my cock and wonder to myself what he is thinking. Does he feel contentment
akin to mine as he ministers to my cock?
The urgent need to piss overwhelms the pleasure I am feeling from boy's
tongue licking my cock. I promise myself I will train boy to drink my
golden nectar to make this morning ritual complete. I get up and walk into
the bathroom. Boy follows me and kneels behind me as I relieve my bladder
into the toilet. I tell him to sit on the toilet, relieve his bladder, and
if needed, have a bowel movement. After I finish brushing my teeth, boy is
kneeling in front of the toilet. I look into the bowel; just yellow water
and a small turd. I flush the toilet and walk into the shower area. I
finish showering and boy dries my back, balls and legs. I tell him what to
prepare for breakfast and to go to the kitchen while I shave and get
dressed.
While shaving and getting dressed, my thoughts go to the busy day before me
at the office. I know I will be dealing with challenging problems that will
mean I will be at the office until late in the afternoon. My home life
since boy has been with me, has become my central focus but my business
life gives me a different and important satisfaction. The fulfillment of
managing a successful business and having an enjoyable home life go
together; I want and need both.
I walk into the kitchen. Boy is kneeling. The breakfast meal has been
prepared and is on the table. I tell boy to sit at the table and enjoy his
breakfast. We eat silently, and I give boy a big smile to let him know that
the meal is very good. When boy puts the coffee cups on the table, he
stands next to my chair. I look at my steaming cup of coffee, at his caged
cock and then his face. Boy has his head bowed.
"You want to say something, boy?" I ask him.
"Yes, Master," he responds. I am impressed that he goes through this
without any prompting from me.
"Tell me, boy." I say to him.
"Master, your slave wishes you could milk his cock for the fresh cream for
your coffee. I will never touch my cock again without your permission,
Master." Boy says this in a low but sincere tone.
"Boy, you have been very good the last couple of days. Continue to pleasure
and please me as you have been doing, and I will take the cage off your
cock on Monday."
"Thank you, Master," he responds.
"Now sit and enjoy your coffee," I tell him.
While we sip the coffee, I tell boy that I will put the task list on the
kitchen table before I leave. He is to check off each task upon
completion. I tell him he can eat what he wants when he wants while I am
away from the house. When he has finished all the tasks, he is to brush his
teeth, shower and shave his entire body but not to clean his insides with
the enema bag. I tell him he can piss when needed, but he cannot shit until
after I get home, and he is not to flush the toilet.
"Do you understand, boy?" I ask him.
"Yes, Master," he responds.
I tell boy to remain sitting and enjoy his coffee. I walk down the hall and
lock the guest room door and then walk into the den. I pick up the second
cell phone and the remote ear-piece receiver for the phone. I lock the
I-pod and Kindle reader in the desk drawer - I do not want boy to be
tempted to play games instead of doing his tasks.
Boy is putting dishes into the dishwasher when I walk into the kitchen. He
starts to turn around to kneel, but I put my arms around his chest and
press his back into my chest. I nibble his ear.
"Boy, I would like to fuck your handsome and beautiful ass right now," I
whisper into his ear. "But I want to go to the office now so I will save
that for later in the day."
"Oh, ...Master," boy sighs. He turns his head, and i kiss his lips. Boy
reciprocates by hungrily sucking my tongue into his mouth. I enjoy the
passionate kiss for a few moments, my cock now rock hard. I am tempted to
unzip my pants and fuck him where he stands, but I think better of it. I
break the kiss.
"Listen up, boy," I tell him. "The cell phone and ear piece is on the
kitchen table. Wear the earpiece while you are working. I probably will
telephone you during the day to get an update or give instructions. If
anyone else calls, just take a polite message and no extended conversation.
Understood?"
"Yes, Master," boy replies.
"Good. Now I want you to put on the ear piece. I want to make sure it
works, and that you know how to use it when I telephone you."
Boy walks to the table and puts the ear piece on his ear. I was surprised
that he put the device on his ear with such ease. Obviously, he had used
this kind of device before. I took my cell phone out of my pocket and
dialed the cell phone number for the phone on the table. The phone rang
once, and boy pressed his finger on the ear piece.
"Hello, Master," he said. The connection worked, and I disconnected.
"Continue your tasks, boy," I told him. "I will be home late this
afternoon. I imagine around five. I expect you to have completed all the
tasks, be squeaky clean, and waiting for me on your knees here in the
kitchen when I return."
"Yes, Master," boy responds with his head lowered. I watch him walk back to
the dishwasher. My cock remains rock hard in my pants and, again, I am
tempted to liberate my cock from the confines of my pants and fuck that
fine-looking ass right now. I push the erotic temptation to the back of my
mind and walk out of the kitchen to the garage.
I sit at my desk in the office and look at my watch - a little after 3:00
in the afternoon. The day was busy and hectic from the moment I walked in
at 9:00 this morning. The main issue, and the most time consuming as well
as stimulating was a proposed take-over of a manufacturing company. The
company had three manufacturing sites and employed just over 1500
people. Management had done a poor job of marketing the product in the last
five years and had mismanaged the manufacturing process resulting in
dissatisfied customers and returned product. The majority stock holder and
CEO was willing to sell all his shares at 10% of market value. He stated
that he did not want to be responsible for taking the company into
bankruptcy. After vigorous discussion with my management team, exploring
all aspects of the proposed investment, I vetoed the proposal. I explained
that the mission of our company was to invest in start-ups or on-going
operations that have a realistic opportunity to be profitable in the long
run. We are not in the business of scavenging companies for large,
short-term profits.
Just a few minutes ago I finished a one-on-one discussion with one of the
team members. He came into my office to express his disappointment at my
decision. He said he found it difficult to understand how I can turn down
the opportunity to make a significant profit in no more than eighteen
months from this investment. I told him that I respected his opinion and,
more than that, was impressed with the quality of his work with the firm.
However, our firm will make long-term investments and not hunt for
short-term profit.
There remain several important issues on my desk that I want to address
before I leave. I take my cell phone from my pocket and dial.
"Hello," boy answers after only one ring.
"Boy," i say.
"Yes, Master," boy promptly responds.
"Have you finished the tasks?" I ask him.
"All but one, Master," boy responds.
"Good," I tell him. "I will be home before five this afternoon. I expect
you to be kneeling in the kitchen, shaved and squeaky clean, when I get
there."
"Yes, Master," boy responds.
Without saying anything more, I break the connection and begin
concentrating on the issues on my desk.
It is just before five in the afternoon when I park the car in my garage. I
am not particularly hungry. We had a meal catered at the office which was
very good, and I had eaten until I was truly stuffed. I walk into the house
from the garage and into the master bath. I have a need to relieve my
bladder, but I also wanted to see what boy had done. I looked into the
toilet bowl: the water was a deep yellow which pleased me. I took out my
cock, relieved my gladder, flushed the toilet and put my cock back in my
pants.
When I walk into the kitchen boy is kneeling facing the entrance. I walk
over to him and run the palm of my hand over his freshly shaved head - the
strip of hair down the middle of his head still damp.
"Get up boy," I tell him. "Take off the ear piece and then go to the master
bath, sit on the toilet. I want you to piss and empty your bowels. After
you shit, be sure to clean your ass using the wash rag and lots of
soap. Then wait for me in the bedroom."
"Yes, Master," boy responds as he stands up, takes off the ear piece and
puts it on the table. I watch the seductive twitch of his muscular ass as
he walks out of the kitchen, and my cock responds. I wonder if boy has been
anticipating this afternoon as much as I have been.
I walk over to the refrigerator and take out one of the cups of yogurt, get
a spoon, and then sit at the kitchen table. The task list on the table and
I look it over as I eat the yogurt. Boy has checked off all the tasks. Some
of those tasks were in the kitchen, and I checked the results. He did a
good job.
Finishing the yogurt, I walk out of the kitchen and into the den. I pick up
the workout routine I had printed out last night and walked to the workout
room. After putting the printout on the clipboard I walked into the
bedroom. Boy, as I expected, is kneeling with his head lowered. I walk into
the bathroom and check the contents of the toilet bowl. A large mass of
shit fills the bottom of the toilet which satisfies me, and I flush the
toilet and walk back into the bedroom.
"Get up, boy," I tell him as I take off my suit coat, throwing it onto the
bed. "Get my gym shorts, jock strap, a t-shirt, gym shoes and socks. We
need to get ready for our workout."
"Yes, Master," boy responds as he stands up and walks over to the
dresser. He returns with the clothes, kneels in front of me and puts the
clothes on the floor next to my feet.
"Get me out of these clothes boy," I instruct him.
"Yes, Master," boy responds. I remain standing while boy takes off my shoes
and socks. Putting the shoes and socks to the side, boy stands up and
unties the knot in my tie and takes it off, putting it on the bed next to
my suit coat. As he unbuttons my shirt, I notice a soft smile on his
face. I wonder to myself if he really enjoys performing this demeaning
task. Whether he does or not, I know that having him undress and dress me
gives me satisfaction. When he has unbuttoned my shirt, I pull it off and
throw it onto the bed. Boy kisses my chest as he lowers himself to his
knees. He unbuckles and unzips my pants, letting them fall to my feet, and
then kisses the bulge in my jock shorts. Putting his fingers on the top of
my shorts, he pulls them down. When my cock, now fully erect, pops free he
kisses the tip and flicks his tongue over my cock head. I step out of the
pants and underwear. Boy picks them up and puts them on the bed.
"Now, get me dressed, boy," I instruct him.
Boy holds the jock strap at my feet, and I step into the straps. He pulls
the strap up, stretching it out to go over my erect cock and then pulls up
the shorts up my legs. He kisses the bulge in the jock strap as he pulls
the shorts up to my waist.
"Hand me my t-shirt boy," I tell him. I take the shirt from his hand. "Put
my clothes away, and then go to the workout room."
"'Yes, Master," boy responds as he stands up. I pull on my t-shirt and walk
out to the workout room. I am warming up on the treadmill when boy walks
in.
"Put on your socks and shoes," T tell him. Boy sits on the floor, puts on
his socks and shoes and kneels next the treadmill. I step off the treadmill
and tell him to get on, set the machine to level 3 and warm- up for twenty
minutes. After completing each set, I watch boy jogging on the treadmill as
I check off the set on the printout. Boy has a contented look on his face,
and I think he must enjoy these workouts as much as I do. I look at his
caged cock and realize that I miss watching his cock sway freely with each
step he takes; I know he will be relieved to have his cock freed from its
cage, and I will be happy to see and touch his liberated cock. Boy
completes his scheduled sets with apparent enthusiasm, his body glistening
with sweat as I watch and supervise. I tell him to remove his shoes and
socks, go to the kitchen and prepare a cool protein smoothie for each of
us.
I follow boy into the kitchen, admiring lustfully his muscular ass coated
with sweat. He turns around as we enter the kitchen, and I tell him to
stay standing and prepare the smoothies. I sit at the kitchen table as he
goes to the refrigerator and takes out the fruit and milk. I enjoy watching
his backside as he prepares the smoothies, I think that the evening is yet
young, and I will soon be satisfying my lustful desire to fuck that
handsome ass and then spend a restful evening in the den before eating a
late dinner.
Boy pours the nutritious mixture from the blender into glasses and brings
them to the table. I tell him to sit, and I take a sip, giving boy a big
smile of satisfaction. I take my time enjoying the soothing drink and boy,
as usual, hungrily gulps down the contents of his glass. Finishing the
last drop of the smoothie, I tell boy to clean up the kitchen and then go
to the master bath.
I walk to the bedroom, undress, leaving my clothes on the floor. I go into
the bathroom and sit on the toilet, and enjoy the satisfying sensation of a
slow, smooth bowel movement. Boy walks into the bathroom and kneels as I am
flushing the toilet.
"Go into the bedroom, boy," instruct him, "put away my gym clothes and come
back here."
I step into the shower and enjoy the warm water flowing over my body -
relieving the physical and erotic tension in my muscles. I finish
showering, and boy is kneeling facing me with a towel draped over his
arms. I take the towel and dry my upper body. Giving the towel back to boy,
he dries my back and ass. I feel the caress of his fingers through the
towel on my balls. I smile to myself thinking that he may be desiring to
get fucked as much as i desire to fuck him.
Boy dries my legs and I tell him to fill the enema bag with warm water.
"Yes, Master," boy responds. I lower the lid on the toilet and sit down and
watch him fill the enema bag. I instruct him to take a shower, using plenty
of soap to get all the sweat off his body, and then douche his insides
three times. He steps into the shower, hangs the full enema bag over the
shower head, and begins showering. When he has rinsed all the soap from his
body, he turns off the shower. I watch with satisfaction as he inserts the
enema tube into his ass and starts the flow from the bag.
"Hold it in for at least a minute," I tell him when I see his abdomen bulge
from the water filling his intestines. "And I want your ass facing me when
you release."
"Yes, Master," boy responds as he turns off the flow from the bag and
removes the enema tube. His ass muscles quiver as he struggles to keep any
water from leaking as he steps over the drain and turns around. After about
a minute, he bends his knees, spreads his ass cheeks with his hands and
releases the water which has a brown color. I wonder to myself why I enjoy
the sight of the water squirting out his ass. The third douche flows out of
his ass into the drain and is crystal clear.
"OK, boy," I tell him, "get your body dry and get over here in front of the
toilet with your ass facing me and your hands on your ankles."
"Yes, Master," boy responds as he steps over and picks up a dry towel.
He assumes the position in front of the toilet, and I run my hands over his
back and legs. As I did the last time, I notice several areas on his legs
that he missed while shaving. Before next Friday, I will shave him myself
and apply the hair remover over his entire body. I want no unsightly hairs
marring his masculine beauty. I spread his ass cheeks. The rosebud winks
enticingly, and I have the urge to taste it. I rarely rim the boy, but this
afternoon I want to taste the rosebud. Boy moans when my tongue swipes his
rosebud. I insert my tongue into the rosebud, swirl it around, savoring the
taste as boy continues to moan and his body quivers. I enjoy this taste
feast for a few minutes and then lean back. I pick up the lubricant from
the sink counter and pour a liberal amount at the top of his ass
crack. Using my fingers, I massage the oil around rosebud and insert my
finger until It touches his prostate. Boy's body jerks and he moans as I
massage the prostate for a few seconds. I release his ass cheeks, and give
his ass a light slap.
"Turn around, boy, and kneel," I tell him.
Saying nothing, boy turns around and kneels his eyes focused on my cock.
"What do you worship every day, boy?" I ask him.
"Master," his voice quivering, "from the time your slave wakes up until he
goes to sleep, your slave worships your cock, Master."
This extended response impresses me. Again, he refers to himself as 'your
slave', saying it with sincerity, which makes me believe that he means it
and wants it.
"Show your devotion, boy," I tell him.
Without any hesitation, boy leans his head down and starts kissing and
licking the entire length of my cock keeping his hands behind his back. I
enjoy the sensation of his lips and tongue on my cock for several
minutes. I put my hands on his cheeks and raise his head. He looks up at
me, his eyes communicating hunger and need. I lean over and press my lips
to his. He sucks my tongue into his mouth. I feel transported out of
myself by the passion of our kiss as he sucks my tongue deep into his
throat. I enjoy the passionate kiss for several minutes and then lean back.
"Go into the bedroom, boy," I tell him, "get onto the bed on your back with
your legs raised and your arms around your knees."
"Yes, Master," he responds as he stands up.
I follow him into the bedroom. Boy sits on the bed and pushes his ass up
onto the bed, raises his legs and puts his arms under his knees. His
rosebud, fully exposed, winks seductively, and I see anticipation on boy's
face. I put my hands on his hips and pull his ass to the edge of the bed. I
position my cock on the rosebud and unhurriedly push it past the sphincter
muscle. The entire length of my cock slides into him and I feel boy's
sphincter muscle flex. I hold still, lean over onto my elbows, kiss and
bite his blood engorged tits, and begin to fuck with short, slow strokes. A
warm ecstasy flows through me. Boy, eyes closed, pants with each stroke of
my penis. When I reach the point of orgasm, I hold still until the feeling
passes and then continue. I lose track of how many times I have paused; I
am lost in the bliss of sex. Sooner than I would like, I know I can no
longer restrain the orgasm, and I fuck boy hard, pulling my cock almost out
of his ass and plunging it back in with force. The energy of the orgasmic
ejaculation I experience is so great that I feel that every part of me is
draining into boy. Exhausted, I drop onto boy's chest, breathing
deeply. When I start recovering, I nibble boy's ear and whisper "I just had
an incredible fuck, boy."
I lay on boy's chest for several minutes, savoring the ecstasy, as my cock,
still in boy's ass, slowly deflates. I take my cock out of his ass and
stand up. I look at boy, his arms still around his upraised legs, and his
eyes closed. I see a small amount of cream dripping from the tip of boy's
caged cock. I do not think he had an orgasm.
"Get up and on your knees, boy," I tell him softly. "The pleasure of
fucking your wondrous ass will not be complete until you have sucked my
cock clean."
Saying nothing, boy lowers his legs and slides to the floor onto his knees
in front of me, putting his hands behind him. In one fluid motion, boy
swallows my cock into his throat. Breathing through his nose, he gently
sucks my cock as if he wants my cock inside of him for a long time. I enjoy
his sucking for several minutes before putting my hands on his cheeks and
remove my cock from the soothing confines of his mouth and throat.
"Stand up, boy," I say tenderly. Boy gets to his feet, his chin on his
chest.
"Go to the den, boy." I tell him.
I watch boy walk out of the bedroom. After putting on khaki pants, no
underwear, and a t-shirt, I walk barefooted to the den. Boy is kneeling,
head lowered, facing the entrance when I walk in. I go to the desk, unlock
the drawer, take out the I-pod and the Kindle reader. I make myself
comfortable in the reading chair next to the window, putting the I-pod and
reader on the table next to the chair. I look at the clock - it is just a
little past 8:00PM. I know I will be wanting to eat dinner in about an
hour.
"Boy, " I say, to get his attention.
Boy turns around on his knees and raises his head.
"Come over here," I tell him, pointing my finger to the floor between my
feet.
Boy stands up and walks over to my chair and kneels with his knees between
my feet and puts his hands on his ankles. Without instruction, he leans
his head down and kisses the bulge in my pants. He continues to kiss the
bulge with unmistakable ardor. I put my hands on his cheeks and raise his
head. His eyes communicate yearning.
"You worship my cock, don't you boy?" I ask him.
"Yes, Master," boy responds, his voice husky but quiet. "Master, your cock
gives life to your slave."
Boy, again, has surprised me with his words, spoken with sincerity. I
realize that boy is submissive to my demands, but I never anticipated that
my cock would become, for him, essential to his being alive. Fulfillment
tinged with an uncomfortable sense of responsibility fills my senses as I
look into boy's eyes. I lean my head down and put my lips to his. He
quickly sucks my tongue into his mouth and throat, and I enjoy the
passionate kiss for several moments.
Sitting back up into my chair, I tell boy to turn around and put his back
against my chair between my legs. When he has his legs stretched out in
front of him, I hand him the I-pod. I put my legs under his arms and cross
them over his chest. Boy does not turn the machine on right away, just
holds it in his hands for a minute. He turns his head and kisses the calf
of my leg and then commences to play a game.
The warmth of boy's chest pressed against my legs complements the ecstatic
glow that lingers from my fucking boy just a few minutes before. I know boy
is mine and that he will pleasure me in whatever way I want and when I want
it. That he expresses that he needs my cock to live adds an interesting
aspect to our relationship. I turn on the Kindle reader and activate the
novel I am reading.
I lose myself in the novel, but I begin to feel the pangs of hunger. I
finish a chapter and look up at the clock - 9:15PM. Uncrossing my legs, I
reach over boy's shoulder and touch the I-Pod.
"Give me the I-Pod," I tell boy. "I am hungry and I want you to go to the
kitchen and fix our dinner."
"Yes, Master," responds boy with a soft sigh as he powers off the I-Pod and
hands it to me. As he stands up I instruct him to bake chicken breasts,
which takes about a half-hour from the refrigerator to the oven to the
table, prepare a green salad and microwave a package of frozen mixed
vegetables. We do not usually eat this late in the evening, but tomorrow is
Saturday, and I can stay up late tonight and sleep in tomorrow morning.
I follow boy into the kitchen taking my reader with me. Before he can turn
around, I tell him to concentrate on preparing the dinner. I watch his
lithe body as he gets the chicken out of the refrigerator and turns on the
oven. I think about the first few weeks he was with me and the training he
had to undergo to learn to fix the meals. He received many painful jolts
from the training dildo, an occasional whipping as well as frequent 'good
boy' praise. Watching him now grating carrots and slicing tomatoes I think
he gets some kind of satisfaction from the task. I start reading again. In
less than 45 minutes he has the meal ready and on plates and has the coffee
brewing.
Boy puts the plates, steam rising from the baked chicken and vegetable, on
the table and returns to the counter and brings back the two bowls of
salad, places them on the table and kneels next to my chair with head
down. I feel more than satisfied with what boy has prepared. I think to
myself that he must get some pleasure from the cooking task to produce such
a tasty looking meal.
"Very good, boy, " I say as I run my hand through the strip of hair on his
head. "The food looks delicious. We are going to enjoy this meal. Now get
up and sit."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master " boy responds as he starts to get to his
feet. Boy slides his ass gently onto the kitchen chair, puts his hands to
his side, and focuses on his plate. One of the minor rules he must obey is
that, while at the table, he cannot look away from his plate without my
permission.
I slice the chicken breast on my plate while boy, keeping his hands to his
side, waits for me to begin eating. I take my first bite. Boy, with
restrained gusto, brings his hands up, cuts a slice from the chicken breast
and promptly eats it. I continue to be impressed that boy eats as if he is
famished no matter when we eat. I eat the meal unhurriedly, enjoying each
bite. I finish eating and push my plate back. Boy, having eaten his salad
and everything on his plate minutes before I had finished, sits with his
hands to his side and his eyes focused on his plate.
"Get up, boy," I tell him, "fix two cups of coffee and bring them to the
table."
"Yes, Master," boy respondsboy responds as he stands up. He puts the
steaming cups of coffee on the table and stands at my side, his feet
spread, his hands behind him and his head down. I smile to myself realizing
that he has learned that is the required position after serving coffee. I
give the plastic cage encasing his cock a sharp flick with my finger. Boy's
body jerks.
"Tell me, boy," I say, "why did I put that cage on your cock."
" Master," he responds, his voice low and shaking, "your slave touched his
cock without your permission, Master."
"Tell me, boy," I continue, "why do you stand here next to my chair after
serving my coffee?"
"Master," boy responds in a shaky voice. "Your slave wishes you could milk
his cock for the fresh cream you want in your coffee, Master."
"Your obedience and devotion have earned you a reprieve, boy. My fucking
you has been especially awesome all this week. Show me that you at all
times will obey and will devote yourself to pleasing me and, come Monday, I
will take the cage off your cock."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master," boy responds.
"Now sit, and enjoy your coffee," I tell him.
Boy slips into his chair and begins sipping his coffee. I tell him to
remain sitting until he has finished his coffee, clean-up the kitchen and
then go to the den.
I pick up my coffee and walk into the den. I sit at my desk and turn on my
computer. There are several messages posted in the in-box. None, as
expected, from the firm, a lot of junk mail and one from Howie. After I
delete the junk mail, I open the message from Howie.
"Jake,
Like you, I am eager for next weekend. What excites me the most is that we
will be sharing with each other the master/slave relationship we have with
our boy. We will have an erotic and fun time demonstrating how we fuck and
discipline our boy.
Reading your last post got me to think about my relationship with
dog-boy. Like you and your boy, I am proud to 'own' him, to know that he is
mine. I have had real dog pets in the past, all of them obedient and loyal,
but no dog has ever shown the kind of devotion and obedience that dog-boy
shows me every day. He is a dog in almost every respect: he pisses and
shits like a dog, eats like a dog, loves to be petted and scratched like a
dog, and loves to play fetch like a dog. Unlike a real dog, dog-boy has a
wondrous ass that I fuck frequently, and he uses his talented mouth to suck
my cock on demand.
We will respect the rights we each have as 'owner' of our boy. We will
explore the nature of our ownership - what qualities our boy has that we
want to share and those we want to keep exclusively our own.
See you next weekend.
Your friend and fellow Master,
Howie"
I sit back into my chair after reading the message. I agree with Howie's
sentiments about sharing. My cock twinges as I think about what we will be
doing next weekend. Given the lateness of the hour, I decide to put-off
responding to Howie until tomorrow. I look up as boy walks into the den and
kneels next to my chair. Boy looks down at the floor, his hands on his
ankles, as I admire his chest, gently moving with each breath. He does not
know that we will have guests all next weekend, and I wonder, with some
excitement, how he will act when I have him presenting his many attributes
to Howie.
I walk over to my reading chair with the Kindle reader and the I-pod and
sit down, making myself comfortable.
"Boy," I say softly to get his attention. Boy looks up at me.
"Come over here," I tell him pointing to the floor between my feet. Boy
walks over, and I tell him to sit with his back leaning against my
chair. When he has his legs in front him, I give him the I-pod, ,cross my
legs over his chest, and I start reading.
I read for awhile and then look up at the clock - almost 12:30AM. Boy's
head is nodding, evidently having trouble staying awake. I read over his
shoulder and tell him to give me the I-Pod as we are going to go to
bed. Without saying anything, boy turns off the I-Pod and hands it to me.
"Stand up, boy," I tell him "and go to the bedroom." I follow boy out of
the den, turning out the lights as I go. When we walk into the bedroom, boy
kneels. I unzip my pants and let them fall to the floor.
"Put away my pants, boy," I tell him. "And then come into the bathroom."
I have finished pissing when boy kneels behind me. I tell him to sit on
the toilet and relive his bladder. While he starts pissing, I start
brushing my teeth. Boy is kneeling in front of the toilet when I am
finished brushing my teeth, and I instruct him to brush his teeth, turn out
the bathroom lights and go into the bedroom. I walk into the bedroom and
lay on the bed after turning on the table lamp. When boy comes into the
bedroom, I tell him to turn off the bedroom lights and then get onto the
bed between my legs. I tell him he is to suck my cock for a few minutes
before I go to sleep. Boy crawls between my legs and has my cock deep into
his throat. I turn off the table lamp.